* La vaca, "the cow" in Spanish.
#AmericanWriters
I said to Poetry:"I’m finished with you." Having to almost die before some wierd light comes creeping through
When they torture your mother plant a tree When they torture your father plant a tree When they torture your brother
If I was President The first thing I would do is call Mumia Abu—Jamal. No, if I was president
I have a friend who is turning gray, not just her hair, and I do not know why this is so.
The tree of life has fallen on my small house. I thought it was so much bigger! But it is not. There in the distance I see the m…
Word reaches us that you are sleeping, sleeping. Dismayed we have turned to the sea. We encounter among others
When you thought me poor, my poverty was shaming. When blackness was unwelcome we found it best that I stay home.
She is the one who will notice that the first snapdragon of Spring is
My desire is always the same; wherever Life deposits me: I want to stick my toe & soon my whole body
If my sorrow were deeper I’d be, along with you, under the ocean’s floor; but today I learn that the oil that pools beneath the ocean floor
Going out to the garden this morning to plant seeds for my winter greens —the strong, fiery mustard
With your unknown to me Odd magic You came To me:
How can Humanity look the deer in the face? How can I,
Knowing you might some day come and how unprepared I’ve always been like Mr. Sloppy in Charles Dickens’
To change the world enough you must cease to be afraid of the poor. We experience your fear as the lea… humiliations; in the past